Y/N was born with a chronic disease that has shortened his life exponentially. He knows he only has a year to live, but wants to live a normal life. He refuses to become attached to people, but a certain girl may change that.
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Name: Y/N L/N
Semblance: Necromancy. Y/N uses the bones and flesh of dead creatures to supplement his power. Using his semblance hastens the disease's progress, shortening his life.
Aura Color: Originally it was white, but as the disease progressed, it turned black.
Hair Color: Was once H/C, but use of his semblance and the disease slowly bleach it of color. Y/N Dyes it to hide the disease.
Eye Color: Once E/C, but Y/N's semblance and the disease have begun to turn them black.
Mental State: Healthy.
Weapon: Gatling Gun that Y/N lovingly refers to as 'Ares'. Ares folds up into a chestplate when not in use.
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ON TO THE STORY!
Y/N POV
"Y/N! Please, don't leave me! Please!" Rkjw cried. I felt her tears drop onto my face, and I held her hand. "It's OK, hxur. It's my time to go." I coughed. "Ynwj! Bring the serum!" Wdris cried. Yrgs rushed over, and she stuck a syringe into my arm.....
"GET UP!!!!" My mother screamed, shaking me out for the dream, causing me to fall on the floor. "SON OF A BISCUIT!!!" I screamed back, shuffling around trying to escape my blanket. My mother and the doctor watched with amusement in their eyes as I writhed on the floor, caught in the clutches of my blanket.
"Help. Please." I grumbled. The doctor laughed, and I began to cough violently. He stopped laughing immediately and knelt next to me. He placed his hand on my chest, and his aura, a soft green color, began to glow around his body. I felt the pain in my chest subside, and I coughed up a lump of decaying flesh.
"Has this happened before, Y/N?" My mother asked, horrified. Unable to speak, I nodded. "Due to the nature of his semblance, he often does things like this." The doctor said calmly. Mom nodded, and the two of them helped me out of the blanket.
A few hours later, after the doctor ran the last of the tests on me, he helped me off the table.
"You're safe to go. I'll give you a steady supply of meds, and you should be golden." The doctor said, smiling. I grinned back, and I walked over to grab my gatling gun. "Be safe out there, kiddo." The doctor said, waving me off. I grabbed my suitcases and slung Ares across my back. "See ya." I said, stepping onto the Bullhead.
Many hours later...
As I sat back with my headphones on, I wondered if I'd made the right choice. While my music blared, I felt someone sit down next to me. I simply turned up the volume of my music. They said something, a greeting, I assumed, and I ignored them. The person left, and I relaxed. Shortly after, however, I felt someone jab their finger into my shoulder. I turned my head just enough to see a long mop of blonde hair, and I sighed. I stood and took off my headphones.
"Listen, I'm sorry if my sister was bugging you. She's just excited, and wants to try to make friends." A blonde girl said. "Sure. She can do it elsewhere, though." I growled, slipping my headphones back on and dropping back into my seat.
The blonde grabbed my arm and stood me up. She ripped off my headphones and tossed them onto my bag. "What's your problem, dude?" She demanded. I rolled my eyes. I jerked my arm away from her, and Ares began crawling from my torso over my arm. The girl stepped back. "Don't use your semblance in here!" She exclaimed. Ares stopped and it slid back around my chest.
I stared at the girl with a mixture of irritation and anger. I grabbed my headphones one more time, and slipped them back on. "This guy's a lost cause, Ruby. Let's find someone else." The blonde said. "Was that your weapon?" A younger girl asked. I looked at her. "Yeah. Ares, my pride and joy." I said, the weapon slipping out of my shirt and into my hands. The girl's eyes lit up like little stars.
"So cool!!!" She exclaimed. Before I could stop myself, a little smile played on my lips. I put Ares away, and I sat back down, my music blasting in my ears.
When the Bullhead landed, I grabbed my bags and stepped off. Shortly afterwards, I heard a small explosion off to my left, but thought little of it, figuring someone had dropped a vial of dust.
As I arrived at the site of the small explosion, I spotted the brunette I'd net in the Bullhead, and a VERY soot-covered girl shouting at her, the stuff floating off of her as she swung her hands around.
Neither of them noticed me approaching, and when I spoke, both if them jumped. "Miss, I'm gonna as you to chill the hell out." I said tiredly, rubbing my eyes.
"Excuse me, I'll have you know that I'm-" the girl began, her skin finally clear of the soot. "Weiss Schnee. To be totally honest, I'm not sure I really care. You and your family's company denied my friends and family many basic necessities. Dust, to name one." I hissed, getting ready to start telling the girl off.
When the third girl started speaking, the three of us jumped. She pretty much roasted Weiss and her company, and I tried my hardest not to laugh like the child I was.
When the raven-haired girl walked away, I followed her, but I ended up simply wandering around.
"Where the hell is this place we are supposed to be going....?" I wondered aloud. Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and started making out with me.
As I started trying to protest, a really shady, creepy looking guy walked up. As soon as he saw the girl and I, he turned on his heel a d walked away.
When he was gone, the girl pulled away from me.
"Listen, dude, I'm really, really, really, REALLY sorry about that. Please don't be mad?" She said. I stood for a moment, trying to decipher what she'd said. When I'd figured it out, I told her not to worry, and that it was fine. She told me where to go, and then we split up.
Timeskip because Author-Chan is a lazy P.O.S
"Ugh, you again?" Weiss grumbled. "Oh, well excuse me. Should I grovel? Beg for forgiveness from Your Greatness?" I grumbled sarcastically. The heiress rolled her eyes, and I turned over to go to sleep.
